One thing about this socialite world - you better get good at clubbing. Ever since I stopped drinking this whole charade became a lot harder. But to be loved by the people is to be of the people, they say. Gotta hit the dancefloor every once in a while.
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Who is Priscilla?
Born into a life of secrecy, I grew up to become the sister clone of Liberty. My government training raised me to be just as deadly, minus the enemies and scandals. There I adopted the nickname ‘Lib’, short for Liberty.
While serving in the IAA, I carefully removed.. sensitive traces from Liberty’s troubled past. No family races, no more Liberty City agency records. A final, clean slate for the woman who saw too much. Ending the FIB commander who left Liberty for dead on the beach was the final piece of the puzzle. Mission complete.
After that that, I was free to Lib live. And for the sake of her friends, I went from brunette to redhead and gave Liberty another chance at life.
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When I fully formed, they codenamed me Priscilla. A name friends know me by, posing as a relative to Liberty. Working hard to grow closer to who she was. Liberty instructed me to figure out if a version of her would still hold a place in this world after she passed. If so, she would ask me to become that person. Now I have realized this world held a place for both of us.
Learning about her taught me more of who I needed to be. We did this for Liberty. My life started because of her and because of this, I became her. My birth is the only way she could escape her early death. Liberty had to pass away for Lib to live. For that I am both very sad and very thankful.
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That cocoon grew to form me, an imperfect clone of Liberty. After hatching I too lacked features Liberty was known for. The maniacal violence, the curiosity to keep pushing boundaries. My looks may resemble Liberty, but we were never identical. And maybe she never wanted us to be.
Liberty left me photos and stories of what her life was like, as she did with this site. Hearing your stories, feeling your pain. This taught me her mind, her choices and the nature of all her relationships. Liberty loved all of you so much that she was afraid to never be enough. Even in death.
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Before Liberty passed, she took part in project ‘Maizulen’. A confidential cloning experiment that produced mixed results. Clones didn’t look alike and lacked personality. In an extreme attempt to delay her aging deadline, scientists morphed Liberty’s DNA into something like a cocoon. Stored away for later use.
Studies showed the clone cocoon didn’t hatch because my replicated biological parts lacked autonomy. Not long before Liberty passed, energy transferred from her body into my cocoon - jumpstarting the DNA hatching process everyone hoped for. We still don’t know how that happened or what triggered it. One of the many mysteries Liberty took to her grave.
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Everyone thought glitch exposure deadly poisoned Liberty. Turns out the exposure mutated a bad gene in her own gene pool - insanely accelerating her aging process. Scientists were hard at work to find a cure, but couldn’t succeed fast enough. Liberty died on June 6th, 2021.
Liberty hit the glitches real hard. She thought they were dream worlds, but found out that in fact reality around her broke. Somehow she drew special powers from that, but it sadly also led to her early passing.
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In just a few weeks, effective February 20th, the Los Santos Government is enforcing the NoPro act - banning us from doing any type of promotional shoot in our country. We are fighting the best we can to have this overturned, but my fear is that us creators will have to leave the country by the 20th. But there are still so many Liberty stories to tell - and she specifically instructed me to create some Lib stories of my own.
So today, I am taking over Liberty’s blog and updating everything - including writing posts to honor both our stories as the Los Santos era comes to a close. We hope you’ll have fun reading what we were up to. It was, after all, a truly American story.
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As a free ‘clone’ I remember the things Liberty told me. There were… loose ends she couldn’t tie up because she didn’t get the time to do so. For her, I made sure to tie up those loose ends. After Liberty died in 2021, we kept everyone in the dark about my existence. We went after Liberty’s snitch from Liberty City. We made sure her friends were still doing okay. We gave her a life after her life.
It’s simply too long of a story to go into great detail in one post. Know that from today on, I - Priscilla - go through life as ‘Lib’ and as a version of Liberty, I am compelled to complete the story she started on this website. Because things are taking a turn for the worst.
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Hi there. No easy way to introduce this, so allow me to explain why you are reading this. Before Liberty passed away, she took part in an experimental cl… training program by the government. They stored her DNA and manipulated it so that they could eventually help her get better. Only she didn’t. Liberty died and your government started a cloning program. By now you’ve caught on - I was made to be a clone of Liberty.
Liberty learned of my existence right before she passed. They codenamed me “Priscilla”, after Liberty’s mother. In the facility, they made me train extensively to resemble our favourite redhead. Only, some things I just couldn’t be. The program was considered a failure and they came to shut us down. Only, I shut the whole division down. Permanent.
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The thing about a good dispatch is - you truly dispose of someone. So wong!
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No chance, no cop out. When your time has come, it has come.
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